*** This fictional story contains a character's description of a sexual assault perpetrated against her and why she became homeless. As the author, I do not condone or attempt to glamorize such horrible crimes on anyone. If this offends you, do not read this story.
I was born and raised in a small town in western Montana, population around 1500, and went to the state university. I graduated and now at 25 years old, I work as a sales and service rep for a large agricultural company, which has an office branch located here in the town that I have loved all my life.
One thing we don't see much of around these parts, are homeless people. It's not like we chase them off or anything, it's just that there is not a lot to draw anyone here to begin with. There is no drug trafficking here, at least nothing that I have heard of and since I know about everyone in this town, so I probably would know if there was.
There are very few jobs to be had, most of which are in the agricultural field, which is not a big draw for someone to come here thinking they could get rich, and the other jobs are just your usual small town, public service jobs, like waitressing, grocery store clerk, bank teller and so on. So, it was a bit of a shock when I saw a young girl standing along the street, looking at bit haggard and tired, holding a sign and begging for money.
There was a large backpack on the ground beside her that looked like a leftover from the Vietnam war. It was a particularly chilly Saturday morning in early May, and being the soft-hearted caring person that I am, I had to stop to ask if she needed help.
I pulled up, put my window down and asked, "Miss, do you need some help?"
She was short, about 5'2", had wiry looking red hair that stuck out just down past her ears from under an old dirty looking beanie, pale skin with a smattering of freckles and a small ring in the side of her nose. Her old worn baggy clothes looked like she had gotten them from a donation pile as they looked about three sizes too big.
"No, I just need a few bucks to get me on my way," she said quickly, not wanting to make any eye contact as she fearfully looked around.
"Okay, but I can tell that you are scared. If you are worried about the cops, it's not illegal to ask for help here and if you are hungry, there is a diner right there, I'd be happy to buy you something to eat."
She looked around, not saying anything and still very apprehensive, only looking at me a couple of times before averting her eyes.
"Listen, my name is Sebastian, and I'm not asking you to get in my truck with me or anything like that. I'll park it and meet you over there to get some food, okay? No tricks, no strings, just food and conversation if you are willing. Everyone in this town knows me, so believe me, I am not going to do anything to you."
She still looked around, fidgeting like a scared rabbit ready to run, but then she looked at me, nodded and said, "Okay."
I parked my car along the street, about twenty feet from where she was standing, and got out. I motioned for her to follow as I headed over to the diner and when I got to the door, she was right behind me. When I went in, Rose, one of the waitresses there, said, "Hi Sebastian, the usual?"
Rose owned the little restaurant, but was your typical diner waitress, that we have all seen on TV shows and in the movies. She was in her 50's, wore a little too much makeup and her uniform was a little too small, revealing curves that had once knocked all the guys for a loop, but now with some added rolls and looked like she had had a hard life, but always had a smile and lovely conversation for everyone that walked through her doors.
She was like a second mom to me in many ways, caring and looking out for me after my mother passed away when I was in my early teens, so to say that she was someone special to me, well that would be an understatement.
"Sure, Rose, but we also need to get this young lady something to eat, can you help me out here?"
Rose looked at the tattered looking girl behind me and her face sunk as she instantly felt pity for her.
"Aww you poor dear, come sit down, and we'll get you taken care of," said Rose, then quickly guided us to a booth.
I sat down across from her, while Rose got us both a cup of coffee. She soon returned with the coffee, set the cups down and asked the girl what she wanted to eat.
She hesitated for a moment, glancing back and forth from me to Rose, then looked down at the table and said, "Pancakes."
Rose smiled and said, "We'll have those up in a jiffy, and honey you are in for a treat, these are the best pancakes in all of Montana."
The girl just nodded, with a stoic expression, then looked out the window as if she were lost, then turned back, put a bunch of cream and sugar in and took a few sips of coffee. Rose made the best coffee in town, and it had its effect immediately as you could see the girl's facial color come back.
I said, "Yeah, that's good coffee, isn't it?"
She smiled a little bit and said, "Yeah."
"Can I ask you your name?"
She looked at me for a few moments with her piercing emerald green eyes, as if trying to read me before looking away and saying, "Maggie."
"Well, it's nice to officially meet you, Maggie."
"You too, Sebastian."
I could tell right away that she was not on drugs because she was alert, remembering my name right away, and her skittishness was more cautionary on her part, telling me that she has been on the road for some time now.
"How long have you been on the road, Maggie, if you don't mind me asking?"
She looked up from her coffee, read my face for a moment and said, "Six months or so."
"Can I ask how old you are and are you heading anywhere in particular?"
"I'm 19 and no, I'm just trying to find my way. Look, do I have to give you my life story," she said with a little irritation in her voice, looking at me dead in the face with those eyes of hers.
I put up my hands and said, "No, no, no, I was just trying to start up a conversation."
She looked back down at the table, and took another drink of coffee, before saying, "Sorry, but I have a hard time trusting people."
"That's understandable, I can only imagine what have you gone through, Maggie, and I won't ask you about it. I'm here to make sure you get some food in your belly and if you want to talk, I've been told that I have a good ear for listening."
She nodded and looked back out the window in silence.
A few minutes later, Rose came out of the kitchen, carrying a tray with a plate of pancakes for Maggie and a bowl of oatmeal and toast for me.